Personal Narrative: The Game Of Football

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A man once said, “Holding the quill of your life, you are the author of your purpose and your future. You have the power to write your story.” When I saw this quote, I was at awe. I was pondering about the person who wrote this thought. This had to be written by a philosopher, poet or perhaps a very passionate author. But I glanced toward the bottom to come to the realization that the author was listed as “unknown.” Questions began to spark inside of my head which left me with two questions. “Who is the author, and what were they trying to say?”
To this day, I do not know who wrote the quote nor have I found purpose to this quote. I’m not a philosopher, nor am I even able to comprehend complex words written by intelligent people. But based
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I can smell the freshly cut football field to this day as well feel of sweat pouring down my face in the hot September preparing for battle with my brothers in order to accomplish something great. The game of football is more than a game to me, it is a passion and I play the game again in a heartbeat because I love the game. But football is a physical game that takes a toll on you. During my brief time in football, I have been diagnosed with three concussions and I have probably sustained more. Despite being knocked down, a voice in my head said get up no matter how bad it hurt. No matter the situation, I have always had that mentality. I’m sure that is the why I don’t remember how it happened and why my head was hurting the next …show more content…
It sounds like you hit your head pretty hard, huh?” the doctor said jokingly. He began to ask me a variety of questions that I couldn’t answer. “Do you know how this happened? Where were you when you got hurt? Who was with you?” I was trying to search for an answer, but simply could not find one. We moved on to doing an assortment of concussion procedures and different tests to test how bad my condition is. Each test taken was a miserable failure. Unable to read a simple sentence, wasn’t able to walk in an easy straight line, and couldn’t recall a single thing on memory tests. It was clear that going forward with any more testing would useless. Emotions were running wild. Anger, frustration, paralyzing fear, and dash of uncertainty swept across my body. The same question still eluded me, “Why did this happen to